Under the Weather

Twenty years ago, I met a local news weatherman. I even received a signed photograph. I mean this guy was on TV every day. In my ten year old brain, I had just had tea with the queen of England. Not only that, I knew that signed picture was worth money. I still have that thing hidden away.

An optimist will read this and think about how cute and sweet and naive I was at that time. So full of hope and positivity. The pessimist will realize what and absolute idiot I was as a kid. I mean, I didn't understand that there were like 12 or 13 billion local weathermen in the US alone at that time?

I agree with the pessimist. That kid is stupid.

Bottom line, I think my life has only been more and more disappointing since that day. That was the day the crack in my hope began, and I fear that someday the dam will burst and all of the townspeople will drown. I always imagined that drowning would be a crappy way to die. I hate holding my breath. If you know me well, you know that I am the king of the 'life is great' speech. Well not today kids. We aren't ten anymore. Life is one big series of disappointments and failures, and the more you get the more you have to lose.

Last week I was sick for 8 straight days. I lost something that week. I am different on the other side, and I don't think I like this guy. He is very much alone. I think I am going to sell all of my possessions, and move to Zimbabwe. Well, all of my possessions except that photo. That's gonna be worth something someday.